Yo this shit crazy. like you got possessed by money shit is insane. Real issue for people nowadays tho!

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Autopsy of a Degenerate

ALL PLATFORMS

REQUIEM OF MADNESS (PROD. MATHIASTYNER)

STAY SLUDGED.

Verse 1
 
Bloodlust//
 
Killing spree or crusade for the unjust?//
 
How many people drew blades in abundance?//
 
Count the steel that was raised and then judge us//
 
Ain't nobody gonna flinch in a lynch mob//
 
Since all the numbers gave way to the numbness//
 
More men than coke grains at a - //
 
More men than coke grains at a drug bust//
 
 
Prechorus 
 
5 men on the firing squad//
 
Blank in the head, not a glance for the dead/
 
Hide when all the choir sings off//
 
Find friends and the violence starts//
 
Alignment a buffer between me and the eyes of the suffered//
 
My deaths are environment caused//
 
Empathy divided and lost//
 
23 knives in the - //
 
Hook
 
*23 knives in the back*
 
 
Verse 2
 
Had the guilt diluted so the bitterness is faint//
 
Dagger hilts protruding from the victim, linen stained//
 
Internet militias so malicious
 
Pin the blame on a b*tch//
 
Before they swallowed up by the pit and slip away//
 
Kill dismissed as a misdemeanor//
 
Mist: ammonia mixed with bleach//
 
For minutes missed the odor//
 
Too many n*ggas here to sniff out all the gas//
 
Snuff out life like thieves snuff out candles//
 
Up the rifle, f*cking clutch the handle//
 
Ready online to amass//
 
Anything’s right with the pack//
 
23 knives in the back//


Hook
 
*23 knives in the back*
 
 
 
Prechorus 
 
5 men on the firing squad//
 
Blank in the head, not a glance for the dead/
 
Hide when all the choir sings off//
 
Find friends and the violence starts//
 
Alignment a buffer between me and the eyes of the suffered//
 
My deaths are environment caused//
 
Empathy divided and lost//
 
23 knives in the - //
 
 
Hook
 
*23 knives in the back*

CAESAR

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LYRICS: 

what a bummer
wipe that grin up off yo fuckin face
motherfucker check my sleeve i got the fuckin ace
undercover how i’m paving my own fuckin way
what a bummer, i do this shit better anyways

me and karma mobbin, got the mother fuckin pump 
turn em inside out, i pump em full of led i fill em up 
i get the guap, i get the bank, why you fuckers talkin like you rubbin off the paint ? 
bitch i bring the fuckin, 

Pain x8
Pain x8

I’m boutta fuck up the place , man you outta place, don’t give a fuck what you say
anarchofuckhead i really do not like to play, bitch ima take off yo face
everybody always doin this shit like they basic, too blunt better face it 
i do not care about nun a these pussies they chasin, bitch i’m up and they hate it

BRING THE PAIN ! (PROD. BUCKX2 X CACITY) [MUSIC VIDEO IN DESC]

prod. by justdan
additional prod. by zaki ali

lyrics
Play the field, the grass is greener on the other side
Take these pills until I feel another high 
Till I feel like another guy 
Until I feel a nice subtle rise in heat like it’s summertime 
Working double time
There’s never enough of time 
Not enough buffer to protect my stubborn pride 
Summarize this misery with supple lines 
Made from the cloth of my troubled thoughts, but it’s cut and dried 
Still greasy like it’s southern fried 
I settled on a style that some despise like undercover guys 
Money’s the truth, but that’s also where the trouble lies 
Tunneling trials and struggles high as the sunrise on summer skies 
Something lies beneath the styles they speak 
It’s been a while, I’ve been too weak to peak my head into the room to see what everyone’s been up to 
Look in the mirror, it’s hard to trust you 
Look at this clearer when I’m less puzzled 
When I measure out your love, it feels like I got hustled 

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you ever sit and think how much of this is real 
Spill a good deal of confessions 
Rest assured, I don’t regret them 
A curse and a blessing 
Don’t you ever tell me how to fucking feel (X2)

If loves the water in the sea, your smile is the rain 
Then I will scream out your name before I drown in the waves 
I’ve been down and out for days, while I’ve been counting on the ways, I could fall back on fantasies and find a new escape 
Or buy a new estate 
Provide a future fate with pride and strength 
In a house of fire, there’s no time to ruminate  
Another summer, I spent concerned my comfort would spiral into a term of contempt 
Under these terms, I resent my birth, this earth and the stench of herbals 
They drenched in oils or boiled in kettles to quench 
Settle the score with a rage I hide in my spirit that may arise in these lyrics 
I raise the lines to appear that I may survive
Had a close shave with the naked eyes 
Ashamed my hope was razor thin, so I just wasted time 
Assume that I’ll get revenge at a later time 
Light shimmers on cynics in a state of mind that stays confined 
Illuminating Satan’s eyes 
Maybe I’m lazy 
Maybe crazy, but life made me this way 
My brain is hazy in a matrix and a range of dismay 
I may long for the day I find love, but the longer it takes 
I stray away till I’m beyond being saved 
So, with this spark that lights this life 
Sometimes I feels it glows so bright that it excites and put me into fight or flight mode
Hold this mic like knives to protect me against the tight rope 
Bury all my bones and watch the dirt birth a new bright rose

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you ever sit and think how much of this is real 
Spill a good deal of confessions 
Rest assured, I don’t regret them 
A curse and a blessing 
Don’t you ever tell me how to fucking feel (X2)

Don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal 
Don’t you, don’t you, don’t you ever wonder how I deal

BE CAREFUL WHO YOU ADORE, LØVERBOY

a small fragmented glimpse of you 
always on queue
at my highest 
you fall through 
intrude 
to cover the view 
tread the ooze
of constant wonder 
will I ever find me? 
your eyes say otherwise 
insert the lead 
set me free

prod. myss

TortureInsideMyAmygdala

HAND OF GOD

MercFrom03-SameNigga.m4a

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Lyrics:
Mama called,
said she want me in an office job,
Impoverished up bringing, bringing up why I need pockets swollen,
Many dressed in rags and drenched in alcohol like Molotov,
Gripped the phone, put it down, like the doctors shot the dog,
Gave it a shot,
Praying for guap,
Felt as trapped as the lamb that Abel slaughtered quick and offered god,
So I started thinking Avant-garde,
Whats the sense getting checks if when you check you lost your cause,

Niggas really have to dig for incentive.
Single biggest one is measured in cents, 
If the piggy bank is broke we expect you been pensive,
In the search for value you obsessed with expense,
Plenty niggas fall for dollar, penny, nickel, dime,
Nicotine, or molly, all addicted, we just pick a side,
Pick a fight with definition of success and fulfilling life,
While my thoughts are volatile I settled in the nick of time,
Decide to flip my priorities had the coins tossed,
Fuck the designer, I'm fine with loin cloth,
If wealth is the endgame, I ain't buying it like boycott,
Conviction never bend, 
Don't emulate servant boys posture,
Unfamiliar fingers in your pockets like the roaches in the drain pipe,
Wrapped up in plastic like the roses on a date night,
It's absolute, absolutely isn't case by case,
If cash stacks a heavy burden you'd choose to break spine.

Bitch I only give  a fuck about the guap,
Dead set on getting fetty til' my body fucking drops,
Ain't bout the money then don't even fucking talk,
Y'all can bury all your wallets, bitch I'll pick em from the stalk,
Cash threw the bouquet motherfucker yeah I caught it,
I ain't sleeping until there ain't shit i cant cop,
Til' i can burn what earn without a thought,
Bitch I only give a fuck about the,
gUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
Yeah motherfucker what you bought, huh?
gUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
I'm as shallow as your pockets.

If you were ever broke then I broke it off,
Plan to get more coinage than the token slot,
Koja go as hard as making rolling locomotives stop,
All these cocked guns and my tongue done makes more potent shots,
Fuck a hole in my heart I want a hole in pocket,
From holding too much of my holdings at once,
Would have sold all my art to get gold, silver faucets,
And soak wads of cash, cos I don't give a fuck,
Bed bugs and,
Bare bodies,
Get money,
Red money,
Hands bloody,
Spend money,
Lend a beggar his rent money,
Without flinching,
Without thinking I could pull out pension,
Without a sentence I could, pull attention,
From the room, boy you know I'm tempted,
To drop knowledge, profound,
but they'll listen to the sound more if I drop wallets,
I want to make so much authorities demand an audit,
Bitch,
I wanna be in danger when I'm making deposit, motherfucker.

Bitch I only give  a fuck about the guap,
Dead set on getting fetty til' my body fucking drops,
Ain't bout the money then don't even fucking talk,
Y'all can bury all your wallets, bitch I'll pick em from the stalk,
Cash threw the bouquet motherfucker yeah I caught it,
I ain't sleeping until there ain't shit i cant cop,
Til' i can burn what earn without a thought,
Bitch I only give a fuck about the,
gUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
Yeah motherfucker what you bought, huh?
gUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
I'm as shallow as your pockets,

Guap

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Gao the Arsonist 

Lyrics:
Start the catharsis,
Two types of cartridge,
Strewn across the carpet,
One for, strictly martyring the carcass,
One records the carnage,
Satan shaking hands for the concord,
Grit teeth,
Arson to apartments,
Horsemen hard to harness,
Reigns frayed, discard it,
Connoisseur of, visceral bitterness,
Business isn't getting far,
Mar the skin over arteries with a blunt sword,
What I bought a blunt for?
Satisfied by, liquor, gin and tonic like a 1 chord?
Nah,
Huh,
Watch his body contort,
Back-stabbed,
Lumberjack axe in the lumbar,
Huh,
Ultra-violence and I often consort,
Adrenaline is pumping like the pumps on a dumb whore,
Strutting in a button up, nothing where the sun don't shine,
Nose dive, intercom in a calm sort of way, nigga,

*catharsis*

Matching bars to the face a bizarre fit,
Thinking dark, brain, bathe in a tar pit,
Niggas pulling strings like fingernails is guitar picks,
Flick ash in they gas tank, more than carsick,
Licence revoked,
Vehicle and firearm so,
I try to hide my knife in a coat,
Find and skin the snakes in the grass, 
Writhing like they python and cobra, 
See eye to eye and then don't, fucking bite and then choke,
My vitality closer to cyanide than a,
Covert operative trying bite on his molar,
Suffer jeopardized security like rights of the voter,
Fuck your clique, I diss member I'm a mine to a soldier,
This isn't Gao, bitch, know that you invited in Koja, 
For now, Gao's gone so ya'll say hello to Koja, nigga,
Stole his fucking soul and slung his body over shoulder, 
Need a way to cage my thoughts, 
Just like you frame and older photo, picture,
Still allowed an outlet, nigga mine is just my throat, bitch

Listen i'll give you clues to my pseudonym,
Gout when devouring the values that you rooted in,
Gown with a crucifix so spooky don't get through to him,
Gouge out his eyes to watch the fool shoot at the hooligan,
About the prior riot, it's like my psyche bi partisan,
Clinging to the vile just like a junkie tryna part with xan,
Try direct my thoughts but cortisol incites a modern man's violence, 
Zero guidance, rationale's indictment's surrogate,
Excuse, it's like there's two dudes thinking:
Killer and an arsonist,
Some put glass to lips like it's the mirror of a narcissist,
Some'll slash their wrists and try to whittle down to cartilage,
Filter's built on fractured pillars, sends chills through spines of architects,
Birthed in the suburbs so they claim I'm lacking vertebrae,
Ain't talking tough, I say what my imagination perpetrates,
The urge to wade in blood and murder,
Surges through a person's veins,
They curse the curse imbursement,
Bitch, make sure a nigga curse the day he born.

Catharsis

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Lyrics:
Nah, it ain't syrup in this Styrofoam cup,
Bitch this blood and juice,
Suck 'em dry and chuck 'em in the gutter then I cut 'em loose,
Decide to hide and dissipate like the high that's drug induced,
Only show my face to place amounts that I can take from you,
Tread reckless like some tipsy niggas tryna bust a move,
Eventually bed-ridden, oblivious bitches chugging ruff-
Spiked vodka from the shot glass,
Monocle and top hat for junkies who done sawed half the barrel off,
Carry shells, apparently Darryl tore man's apparel off,
Carousel, chamber spinning, snapping like my ammo off,
Padded cell and straight jacket should tip your alarum off,
Bitches need to listen for the whistle like I'm Pavlov,
Salivary fluid moving through my throat mixed in with crimson,
Had 'em pushing tulip, staining daises dangerously simple,
Draining niggas' bodies, pockets, stopping when I leave you wrinkled,
Back to collect what you don't owe me like illegal rental.

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech,
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth,
In a minute turn a supper to a feast,
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see.

Two-faced nigga,
Common like the booze taste at the buffet dinner,
Bullshit 'tween his teeth, took the toothpaste with him,
Bitch blue-faced with a mouth full of vape, cigarettes,
Sicker breaths than the fucking cool kids with the problems with they bronchus,
You, sir went and got lost with a compass,
Moral high ground, high tail out of bounds,
Nigga, drown in the sounds of some doomsday rhythms, nigga,
Bombs dropped,
Two-faced?
Nah, my intentions multifaceted,
Bypass yellow tape,
Wind back black, low quality cassette clips,
Cast mind back to my actions,
That's reality, faulty acid trips,
I stole your soul and starved you niggas like the cult he fasted with,

Ostracize opportunists,
Often like knights button tunics,
No shining, speckless armor,
Check the armoire,
Obsessed with garments,
Like daddy's daughter, offer lewd pics,
I'm guilty, kill me,
Lacking proper judiciary/every,
Nigga all for toothpick-sturdy defense,
Leave themselves open to dirty leeches,
Churches preaching,
Serpents, demons,
Chat about Baphomet,
Boy, you've heard 'em, seen 'em,
Watched 'em walk, observed 'em breathing,
Absurd for even,
Considering I'm perfect,
Reason being, I thirst for bleeding, huh,
Reddish predilection, reminiscent of some fanged figures,
Relish every second, heavy weapon when he threatened,
Nigga, 

I ain't gotta tell you 'bout a leech,
Blood suckers clutch you fuckers by they teeth,
In a minute turn a supper to a feast,
Epitome of these bitches is the nigga that you see.

Leech

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Lyrics:
strip the skin away,
peel it from your bones,
every single day you wear that shit like clothes,
no that's not your face, don't act like you don't know,
reveal yourself, the hidden part of it, you loathe, it,
poses a threat to the reputation you created,
bodies in frozen in death,
goes to show it's you who's craving,
eyes on the outside,
lies out your mouth,
I'm trying this out.

I'm looking to be introspective,
but it's like looking through windows, tinted,
yeah, I'm screaming over cymbals, ringing,
I'm simply digging,
under my skin,
introspective,
heart cooking on a spit-roast, spinning,
drinking glass with a slit throat, drilling,
into my head to unearth what's within.

It's kinda difficult to dig in when your shovel made of metaphors,
melt it, make the metal boil,
scrape the shielding off my skin,
i'll wear it thin,
just with my finger nails, I swear to God,
there will be a clear divide,
maybe my focus should be medicinal,
popping pills and selling more,
shooting shit and getting whores,
I frequently forget who the fuck i'm feeling for,
I'd be as common as the hookers who get abortions, (nigga)
orphan in the body of troubled child,
Return home to shovel piles of bullshit that say otherwise,
doors rattling on they're hinges became lullabies,
turned locks the only thing that keep my fucking brain inside, my head,
Instead of spread thin,
across the walls,
next to my bed frame,
bled, drained refreshing thoughts to let the red rain pour,
trying to break apart the stone inside my rib-cage,
pour out my heart, ripped apart all the head games,
honestly?
I'm a little brittle like old bones in the catacombs,
wanna see?
grab a chisel, whittle away at my base, collapse like dominoes,
gotta be,
the most defensive, tend to hate correcting,
almost body bagged em all,
Odyssey?
epic events, ain't too extensive,
apologies, thought it'd be,
hard to see all of my fronting is fallacy,
honesty's costly, it cannot be bought for free,
sometimes what's in my mind tilts to controversy,
I have the tendency to proceed cautiously,
you should fear what the fuck i'm about to be-
-come,
everybody's been through shit and yeah, I've seen some,
wide open like the mouths of some bodies lean-slumped,
matter of fact, rattle facts off like machine gun.

I'm looking to be introspective,
but it's like looking through windows, tinted,
yeah, I'm screaming over cymbals, ringing,
I'm simply digging,
under my skin,
introspective,
heart cooking on a spit-roast, spinning,
drinking glass with a slit throat, drilling,
into my head to unearth what's within.

Introspective

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Lyrics:
beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M.
screen on, typed up 3 + lines just to waste them,
daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when,
the night dies,
me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam,
peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence,
sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head.
beam of light at 3:05 in the A.M.
screen on, typed up 3 + lines just to waste them,
daybreak seconds away, reckon I can taste when,
the night dies,
me? I like your phenotypes through the webcam,
peace of mind, I see outlines of incandescence,
sun of today's stubborn, duvet covers stuffed with best damn, substitute for comfort lose my head.

'pose I owe the loneliness to hours even evening skies sleep.
only pillow talk I dribble out is cursing with the cotton in my teeth.

sticky sheets, the liquids reeking as they mix,
pretty pink from the seamen and the wrists, (yah)
fluids diluted by sweat seeping from my skin.
pity peaches and the tree branch that they're picked from.

still saw dawn in the A.M.
tears are dried by the A.M.
A.M.
A.M.

A.M.

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Gao the Arsonist

Lyrics:
"gao" chewed him out,
spit a bloody pulp,
resemble bubble gum
only empty shells of words in mouth,
like suicidal guzzle gun muzzles,
trouble buzzing 'mongst the rubble,
couple bodies slumped,
my love for com-
panion ship abandoned ship,
and caused me confusion,
it'll fit together like puzzle pieces,
sip kerosene and I swallow diesel,
fuck, i don't really fuck with other people,
spit on the burning bush, hear niggas rustle leaves,
leave me be,
don't need "we"
please see to keep your distance,
bull feces:
I wanna be alone,
but I still feel alone,
broken: leak from pistons
they ain't fuck with the "g - a - o",
other niggas fail to see they foes,
I'm shedding shells like it's d-day, though,
I can smell where they keep they bullshit,
back stabbed? boy I've been there done that,
sheep's fleece redundant:
wolves creeping, I can see they toes up,
beat 'em with the belt they keep they poles tucked,
with,
the laced shit, tripping like they fiends for product,
all these fuck niggas think that if I bleed, they robust,
niggas sleep on heat like it's lean with Rooibos,
talk shit from distance, nigga, speak close up, nigga,
face to face now I see you froze up,
neck chill, froze up:
it's stiff from watching back for posers,
kill the cat like a Casanova,
called "curiosity",
guilty pleasure like some cash for blowjobs,
want the bread?
ask me pass it over,
like it's Passover,
hard to hide like a massive boner,
fake is frequent, forest fire in California,
burn bridges to abandon borders,
with the land of the mannequins,
ban the foreigners,
don't know the difference,
cut random corners,
bad origami,
cut out some people,
this nigga gnarly,
started being lethal,
venom when I'm telling anyone to fucking,
leave my shit independent,
nigga.

I'm like fuck the cliques I'm picking solo,
try to duck they shots, that's why i'm stooping so low,
social up in smoke, would be rolling doobies dolo,
oh no,
shit bittersweet, blood mixed in with the Bordeaux,
you out the picture, niggas fading from the photo,
you think I'm cozy when I'm giving you the cold shoulder?
when you telling me to "change my ways", been mulled over,
wanna open up but don't know how to cope though.

cutting niggas off isn't inadvertent,
but still have nerve to say I earn your pity,
cutlery is dropped while the dinner serving,
(starve)
frictious thinking could have, burned a city:
Gomorrah,
sitting in the dark,
only company: my pillow and my silhouette,
but starts kill both of them,
burn the houses that the parties is hosted in,
I'm the one who shut 'em out but now the door's broken in,
cobwebbs in the corners of mouth,
got dregs so I'm pouring 'em all out of my,
heart's,
falsetto makes the ornaments doubt their integrity,
process the sermon on the mount,
blessed are those who mourn,
I mourn over the corpse of my social interaction,
no precedent posed before this shit ironic:
I'm the one who murdered it in passion,
paradox but It's a common oddity:
stitch my lips together, pissed that no one wants to talk to me,
It's almost like the drawbacks are fucking with the positives,
often as citizens of Sodom commit sodomy,
bitch,
prodigy,
with fucking the niggas over who I ought to be with,
if i could make sense of what I honestly think,
I could act on it, "hasn't bothered me since",
I would say.

Bordeaux

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Lyrics:
Start off the autopsy with a Y-incision,
Poltergeist in vision,
It decides it didn't like your prying business,
It declines this entrance to its body while it's rotting,
Brought some flies in with it,
That's a life long sentence to describe one's inability,
To achieve expressing why I'm feeling how I'm,
Feeling/Filling up the bucket with some lies, lies spilling,
Kick it,
Dive in quicker than a live amphibian,
In the end it's futile,
Anti-violence systems,
Identify as pacifist 'til pupils dilate from sipping punch,
Wicker,
Bunsen burner yearned by vile scum,
Villains,
Fall from high vault ceilings,
It defies all physics if,
You expecting confetti at an autopsy,
Messy red on white like I gone off piste,
Skin sings hymns with discord, 
Song's off key,
I'd die with the lie like a false god,
Priest keeps the secret safe,
Cadaver's chest a cavity like teeth decay,
I would rather have a plaque for being saint-like,
Fake my righteousness,
If I could just tighten up,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Body took a beating,
Yeah he had a taste of masonry,
Washed him off while bleeding,
Placed his face inside a basin,
Buried the bastard breathing,
Adam had the apple,
Ate the berries,
Sacrilegious images,
No wonder why the wraith was wary,
Wasted every chance I ever got to try and open,
Been blowing smoke,
Folks choking,
Full of shit like belly bloated,
Bust,
I vomit,
Serve some tonic,
Sheer thought on it has me throwing up,
I'm "pouring cups of soda for chronic diabetics" sort of fucked,
In the head,
Hence,
Discussing my head-space is crossing the red tape dividing fine from menacing,
I'm cold like frozen venison,
Deer in headlights,
Fearing plebites,
Rally dissidents,
It's cello-taped to threatening,
Need medicine in cabinet,
I revel in shit devilish with arrogance,
I cut and run like I just grab a blade to stab and dip,
You're mistaken if you've taken me for placid,
Rude awakening like hammock ripped,

Open up right,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,
Spill my guts and organs to the coroner,
Borderline disorder,
Cutting corners for a border,
Sure I'll let 'em slash my abdomen and act like I'm a foreigner,
To closing off,
Almost wrote 'em off like quarters in a fortune burning,

Post Mortem

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Lyrics:
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I'd prefer it hidden in the dirt though,
I have business sitting in the hearse,
I have business sitting in the hearse,

I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,
I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,

I always strived to die tight-lipped,
Eyelids shut with the clutch of vice grip,
Wise idioms tend to surmise that the iris,
Are windows to the soul,
Only thing I bid to show is that it's frosted with a nice tint,
Fist fights picked in a rage by the courtyard,
Sip my drink in the shade of the orchard,
In-line image isn't straight if its torn apart,
They only mourn a part of me,
Bore a hole in the oracle quick before they know,
Organic portions of the plastic corpse I battled for,
At the door knocks second thoughts, 
They kick it in like hinges rust,
Cinders brushed off when they torch the things that hinder trust,
I twist and run,
Leave the contemplating in the dust,
Gathered on the challenge to go find myself and dig him up,
Don't haul my body bag just zip it up,
Break the teeth,
Bury all my hatches when they in the fucking grave with me

(Coroner's report number: @$%&#**)

I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,
I don't see friends,
All I see are grave-robbers,
I'm a degenerate,
I set 'em up,
With a fake cover,

Name: &$*#@
Age: **
Cause of death: #&@$

Graverobbers

ALL PLATS NOW

YAUX LYRICS:

I CAN FEEL MY BRAIN ROT
THINK LAST NIGHT WAS ROUGH
KEEP HAVING THE SAME THOUGHT
CANT SHUT THE FUCK UP

I JUST NEED TO THINK FOR A MINUTE
STANDING UP AND THEN IM TRIPPING
TRYNNA FOCUS ON THE CEILING NOW

I CAN FEEL THE BURN IN MY EYES
WHEN I STARE
WORLD STOPPED TO TURN, BUT I DONT
FUCKING CARE

I DONT LIKE THIS MOTHERFUCKING SLIPPING
WISH MY PERSPECTIVE WAS DIFFERENT
I JUST WANNA CHANGE MY MISSION NOW

PUT THE POTION IN MY CHEST
IT IS POTENT, IM IN MOTION
CAUSE COMMOTION
I AINT SLOWING
I KEEP GOING
I KEEP ROLLING
IN THE DUMPS
NOW IM SLUMPED
WHAT THE FUCK

WHAT THE FUCK

ROUGH NIGHT W/ FL.VCO (PROD. FONY WALLACE X INTERNETBOY) *OUT ON ALL PLATS NOW*

Gao the Arsonist aka Sludgegod Gao aka OJ Sludgeson aka the boy with the mask and the overalls

STAY SLUDGED

business inquiries: ferri@goodproblems.co

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Gao the Arsonist (@gaothearsonist)

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